I was 35 when I married Joan, 32. This was my first marriage, her second. She had two sexual partners before marrying her first husband, and three over the eighteen months of being divorced, before meeting me. In all, including me, she had been with seven men, not one of them a "one-night-stand." While she quite enjoyed the sex she had with the three of them since divorce, I was the first to fully explore and bring her out sexually.
Her first husband was jealous of her first two partners and, as such, did not fully trust her. This alone prevented her from letting loose with him. Two of her post-marriage partners were "shopping" for wives, so she played it "saintly" and "virginal" with them but, in the end, they were only interested in fucking her but not honest enough to admit it. Her third post-marriage partner was married and honest about wanting only to fuck her, which freed her to just go for it but he wasn't very experienced and didn't really understand what a woman needed to fully let loose and enjoy sex.
I do not have an especially large cock. It is six inches long when fully erect and average in girth. What I do have, so I have been told, is a world class tongue, terrific hands and, especially, a highly developed sense of and appreciation for the female sexuality. Everything in me is geared to her pleasure first.
Joan was everything I wanted. I had been with better looking and better built women, no matter, she was on the wholesome side of pretty, in and out, through and through. She stood 5'4' and weighed 135 pounds, which left her soft and round in all the right places. She was a great Mom to her 7 year old son, a great homemaker and, mostly, honest and filled with good purpose. She also had her playful and adventurous side, though it took her some time to gain enough self-confidence to show these to me. And when we met she sensed right off that I was truly ready to settle down to a comfy and secure family/home life, still, it would take time to fully trust me.
I had met Joan here and there on a number of occasions, always just casual encounters, usually in the little café on the ground floor of our office building, sometimes after work in the bar on the basement floor . She worked for a large insurance agency on the sixth floor of our building, my management consulting company was on the eighteenth floor. We talked, laughed and gradually got comfortable with each other. I especially loved her body language, the way she moved, her expressions, all of that "silent" communication I over the years had come to look for in people. Yes, she was shy and a bit contained, at least on the surface, but everything I saw in her told me that she was a diamond in the rough. So I asked her for a date, to a Leo Sayers concert in one of the smaller theaters on the campus of our city college. She wore a lovely form flattering dress, not too much makeup or jewelry, and was quite excited to be going out on a date. There we sat in the darkened auditorium with our coats folded over our laps, with Leo Sayers singing his heart out for us. About four songs into the show I slid my hand under her coat, then under her dress, and moved up between her thighs. This totally surprised her but she offered no resistance and, when I found her pussy, she opened her legs wider to give me full access. I eased her panties aside and for the next three songs ever so casually played with her. She squirmed some, worked hard to control her breathing so as to not let the people nearby in on our secret. I felt her stiffen, her thighs squeezed tightly on my hand. Her orgasm was near so I removed my hand altogether, then held her hand in mine for the rest of the show.
She blushed and seemed unsure as we walked arm in arm to the parking lot. There was a good crowd for the show so leaving the lot would be slow. I surprised her by opening the back door to my car. She gave me a puzzled, unsure look but got in. Without saying a word I positioned her on her knees on the back seat, eased her dress up, moved her panties aside then plunged my six inches into her. She came in the first thirty seconds, then again three minutes later. When I felt myself coming I asked if there was any danger of her getting pregnant. She had a bad time delivering her son and had to have her uterus removed. That did it. I shot everything I had into her and, to her surprise, she had her third orgasm with mine.
An hour later at an all night diner not far from where she lived and sitting across a table from each other sipping coffee and eating pie she seemed shyer and quieter than usual, yet the gleam in her eyes and the way she ate with such gusto betrayed what she felt inside.
"You're wondering what I'm thinking, you know, fucking on the first date, with no kissing or warm up, letting me play with your pussy during the concert, you know, wondering what kind of slut I must think you are," I said easily.
"I've never done anything like that," she blushed. "Nothing even close... and to have three orgasms one after the other like that, oh Lordy, you have no idea how rare it was for me to have even one orgasm."
"It was fun, wasn't it?" I smiled warmly.
She held my eyes for a long moment, then smiled beautifully. "It sure was."
That was the start of our relationship, as well as her coming out of her shell and discovering herself. It didn't happen in one day or in one night. There were too many years of self-containment to overcome. But my direct and fun approach made for a very good start.
After a year of marriage and sexual pleasure Joan had never even imagined was possible, she wondered why I never asked her about her previous sexual partners, after all, every previous partner had, and when she was honest about her experiences, they all changed. More specifically, they wondered how they compared as lovers, especially her ex-husband who was insecure and controlling.
"They don't matter," I answered. "I know who and what I am and what we have together." It really was that simple.
"Would it bother you if I asked you about your past lovers?" she asked cautiously.
I gave her a look. "No, I don't suppose so... but why would you want to know about them?" I wondered.
(She had seen me with a woman, Debbie, who was quite pretty, very well built and outgoing and thought that someone like her had to be great in bed, something she was afraid to be with her ex. The truth was that Debbie spent a lot of money, time and effort to be that pretty and well built. She had skin, hair and nail care, as well as a hefty gym and personal trainer expense, these in addition to her wardrobe and accessory costs. Debbie was preoccupied with her look. She was also too into herself to be a giving and uninhibited lover. She simply spread her legs and let me pump in and out of her pussy until I popped, which was when she faked orgasm. I had sex with her that one time, and she wondered why I didn't call her again.)
By then Joan knew that she fully pleased and satisfied me sexually. Sex with me was not a duty, it was both love and fun all rolled into one. What she didn't know at first she was eager to learn and perfect. She knew that no other woman could have pleased me more so it wasn't that she wanted to compare herself to others, it was more that she wanted to learn about my experiences so that she could add spice and variety to our sexual repertoire.
So over time I told her -- about threesomes, doing it in public, in closets for quickies, group gropes and what have you. The more I revealed the hotter she got. And when all was finally told she asked what I enjoyed the most. The truth was that when I went to swing parties I enjoyed watching my partner make it with really well hung men almost as much as I enjoyed the sex I had with the other women.
